[Notorious B.I.+ (Faith Evans)]
To my [bad word]  man, fifty grand, the alcoholic man
Inject a tall can to his blood stream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the [bad word] stroker
Emcee provoker, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?)
I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras
But cheeks, I’m smackin’ em’ (huh?)
The raw rapper, spot smacker
Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker
shy [bad word]  but I ain’t ya [bad word] [bad word] And If I ever fall in love, I bet I’d [bad word] it up
Ask the hooker, If I didn’t jug her
She try to front, then I put the Chucky Booker on her
(Why you wanna…play games on me?) [bad word]  you [bad word]  I’m Swayze
No time for the ill [bad word] Mess with the niggaz on that real blood spill [bad word] My rappin’ tactics, are drastic
Stretchin’ [bad word] like Mr. Fantastic
So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be
Filled with energy, niggaz never gettin’ me
 [bad word] Repeat x2: Bobby Valentino and Cheri Dennis + (Ludacris ab-libbing)]
Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights
No stress and no strife
I’m high off living the life

[Ludacris]
It’s clear to see that I’m the [bad word]  man, I done learned from the
Best of em; Took the first slot, niggaz still second guessin’ em
Hoes, I’m undressin’ em’, foes, I’m not stresin’ em’
Outlastin’ a bunch of ‘em , outflowed the rest of em’
Cause everyday, I stay preachin’ on the pulpit
So tell them haters they could miss me with that [bad word] But I won’t miss, I’m Luda, the heat holder
I’m rich, [bad word]  I’ve done more shows than Oprah
And I’m a soldier, ready for whatever
Roll with a bunch of niggaz that don’t know no better
King like Coretta, countin’ mo’ cheddar
Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters
When [bad word] to these women, dog, ain’t no one [bad word]  wit me [bad word]  back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me
That’s cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line
Menage a trois, it’s safe to say I’m havin’ hard times
 [bad word] + (Ludacris ab-libbing)]

[Snoop Dogg]
To my [bad word] Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block
Got the heaters [bad word]  cause I know the suckers on the block
Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy [bad word] stop snitchin’, nephew, why you tellin’ me?
They say the game ain’t what it use to be no mo’
Used to be a G, but now he just a [bad word]  ’round poitin’ fingers, tellin’ names
You [bad word]  up [bad word] to this dirty game, and it’s a diry shame
I ain’t flippin’ out, that’s probably why I’m dippin’ out
Ya’ll fools trippin’ out, that why I’m on a different route
Now, makin’ money, havin’ clout, what’s what it’s all about
Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house
Now they call me Snoopy [bad word] I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust
Now hat’s a stain on a [bad word]  I bang on a [bad word] Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young [bad word]  I’m livin’ the life!
 [bad word] + (Snoop Dogg ab-libbing)]
 [bad word]